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I'll sleep when I'm dead: January 2009
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Thursday, January 29, 2009. Dealing with Uncle Sam. I'm sure almost everyone has received their necessary tax forms over the last month. That includes W-2s, 1099-DIVs, 1099-INTs and 1098 something-or-others for mortgages. Not to mention student loan forms for debt, or forms if you contribute to your HSA, 401k and IRAs after Jan. 1. Now you have until April 15 to gather all those forms, fill out the information, and file your taxes. Ugh. 1) My mom taught me how to file my taxes.
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: October 2009
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Friday, October 16, 2009. I followed the story yesterday of the six-year-old boy who was presumably stuck in a man-made hot air balloon his storm chasing parents constructed. Read the story here. Turns out he was hiding in the garage attic the whole time. Tuesday, October 13, 2009. Why jobs are like boyfriends. Of course, I had to figure we were both having problems and dragging this out longer than necessary. But we were both comfortable, weren’t we? Do I talk too much? I can&#...
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: May 2009
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Thursday, May 21, 2009. Crossing the finish line. Last Saturday night, I had trouble falling asleep. I got to bed pretty early - 10 PM. But I tossed, I turned. I woke up three times. I yelled incoherent things in my sleep. And I had dreams that I missed waking up on time. But I got out of bed at 5:30 AM, right on schedule. I'd make it in time for my first half marathon. I've been training since January to run the complete 13.1 miles. We started off at 7:30 AM. Masses of runn...
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: August 2009
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Thursday, August 13, 2009. Why we need newspapers. In last week’s issue of Time. Magazine, I read about how Advance Publications decided to stop printing Ann Arbor News. Out of Ann Arbor, Michigan. You can read the story here. The opportunity for the community to save their newspaper is well-founded, and admirable, if not important for saving journalistic integrity. See, I have no problem with online news. I read jsonline.com. So in all fairness, Ann Arbor News. I've had a prett...
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: Driving truck
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Wednesday, May 5, 2010. On any given day, the office I work at might get two to three vendors stopping in to drop off product orders and goods for our branch. The FedEx guy, the Alterra Coffee dude, the Otis Spunkmeyer cookie man. In the winter, Luis the rug guy even picks up the soiled carpets every other week. I didn’t do much talking). I can appreciate what they do, but I’ll take a cubicle in an office over a truck, any day. May 19, 2010 at 5:06 PM. August 5, 2014 at 3:55 AM.
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: May 2010
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Wednesday, May 5, 2010. On any given day, the office I work at might get two to three vendors stopping in to drop off product orders and goods for our branch. The FedEx guy, the Alterra Coffee dude, the Otis Spunkmeyer cookie man. In the winter, Luis the rug guy even picks up the soiled carpets every other week. I didn’t do much talking). I can appreciate what they do, but I’ll take a cubicle in an office over a truck, any day. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Please kick my ass.
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: Hot air
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Friday, October 16, 2009. I followed the story yesterday of the six-year-old boy who was presumably stuck in a man-made hot air balloon his storm chasing parents constructed. Read the story here. Turns out he was hiding in the garage attic the whole time. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Why jobs are like boyfriends. Nerd World - TIME.com. Apple Is Being Sued Over iPhone ‘Touch Disease’. Just Another Day In Paradise. Mark LaFlamme: The Screaming Room. Please kick my ass.
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: March 2009
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Wednesday, March 25, 2009. This afternoon, I walked over to the gas station to buy a cup of coffee. I knew I had at least a dollar's worth of change in my coat pocket, so I wandered over, filled the cup and walked up to the register. As I pulled out my handful of change, I noticed there were blue, sticky bits plastered to all the coins. WHAT IS THIS? I tried to cover up my unruly pocket full of quarters and dimes by hovering over my hand while picking out the correct coinage.
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: April 2009
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Tuesday, April 21, 2009. Keeping the glass empty. I'm attempting a feat I haven't accomplished since before college: Not drinking. For a month. Now, I know you're thinking "Ric - YOU crazy girl! But really first off, that's not that long. Don't get me wrong; I don't drink nearly as much as I did at UW-SP. Or since most everyone moved away from Whitewater, my college away from college. At this point, I'd probably the be worst choice for a beer pong partner; and the Beast. But I'v...
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I'll sleep when I'm dead: Why jobs are like boyfriends
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I'll sleep when I'm dead. Tuesday, October 13, 2009. Why jobs are like boyfriends. When I got laid off in July, I was bummed out. I sat around by myself, I cried, I ate and drank things I probably shouldn’t have. I discovered websites I didn’t know existed through hours of daily Internet surfing. Of course, I had to figure we were both having problems and dragging this out longer than necessary. But we were both comfortable, weren’t we? Do I talk too much? Did I ignore you? I can’t go and hang out ...
